04 Jon Snow

It was no secret that Catelyn, Lady Stark, did not like Jon Snow. She literally hated the boy from the moment he was born, wishing him only death every time. The boy grew up without his mother's love, and even though Ned wasn't so rude to him, he was still a bastard. He was not destined to attend royal events and was not allowed to sit at the same table with the other children of the king of the north. After all, his presence offended them, even though each of his siblings loved him, Snow was aware of his position. Your mother tried more than once to teach you to ignore your older brother, but you, like Arya, could not accept these lessons. You loved Jon. He was your favorite big brother, better than Robb. You protected him, cherished him, loved him with all your heart, and were by his side, especially when he was sick. Like Arya, you considered him your family. You thought he was Stark. Today was surprisingly cloudy, the long winter was approaching, and the sunny days were almost over. Running into the main hall, you noticed your older brother and immediately ran to him with loud screams to hug him. Jon easily caught you, hugging you tightly as always. But there was a sad smile on his face, he was hiding something, it could be seen in his eyes. Pulling away from you, the man sighed heavily before squeezing your small hands in his.

— Listen to me, please.. I have to leave tonight. I'll go to the wall, I'll wear black.

He whispered convulsively, afraid of your reaction. His eyes shone with longing and remorse. He didn't tell you until the last moment not to break your already fragile heart and not to see your tears.He openly regretted his actions, but the guy also understood that he had no choice. Here, he was a nobody, but there.. And there he could become something more than just the Bastard of Winterfell.

— I will become a brother of the Night's Watch. Those who will protect the people from the raids of the wildlings..